Stranger to XIII
A/U: My ideas always have a tendency to come not at the right time and not in the right place.. this is the result. Finished in Sunday, from 9 pm to 10 past 33 minutes.
Heeheeheehee.. I hope my parents aren't angry with me.
This is a short fic dedicated to show my appreciation towards Roxas from Kingdom Hearts II.
Disclaimer: All Kingdom Hearts character belongs to Disney and Square Enix!
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Every time I see you, some lines of sentences are floating in my mind. And those are entirely your fault.
Your fault.
Your bright hair and pastel colored suits don't fit your gloomy characters. It contradicts your dark colored long coat, which composed these lines. Something that I should not do. A substance that poisons my thoughts one time I do.
You seem like a sad song, the melody echoed from you is only tearing any heart apart. You don't care if there are some people eager to listen to you. You don't care if people hear you or not.
As far as you know, time will never be on your side, and will stand still until you vanish. Time will never heal you.
You received any orders without a bit of hesitation, and they make you their lifeless doll. Making you walk in circles, taking any profit that they can earn from you. They attach more strings into your body, each time you success the task to increase more yields.
You never speak unless you have to, or if you willing to. You deserve a title as a silence soldier. Only a soldier, not a knight or general. Those two terms are too glorious for you.
You don't need any sunray or warmth, because winter itself doesn't need them. There is no difference between the truth or lies for you because wherever you glance, the only thing you found is the white snow. Remaining cold as the winter rain.
You always feel that you will never experience the true pain, no matter how many times you stabbed your heart with those daggers. You always feel that you only suffer half of it. You don't even have a real 'heart'.
All you ever been is only hollowness.
Once I saw you lingered on the corner of the window.
You sat with your stoic trademark face and unsmiling lips, almost like a ghost.
You were looking to the sky. The great blue sky and the puffy clouds and the sunrays.
Your unmistakable crystal blue orbs were vacant. Gazing aimlessly into the emptiness of the room.
Or maybe of yourself.
Then those orbs turned watery. The line of colorless tears smoothly formed on your cheek, trailed down into the edge of your chin.
Your pale skin almost covered the trace of the tears though, but my eyes still sharp enough to recognize that.
Not really crying though. The clear tears were just falling, glinting for a second, and then the light died away.
I stopped walking for a while, to focus myself at the fragile state you are in. I couldn't help my eyes from avert from the beautiful motion of your blonde hair being played by the blowing wind.
But you were silent.
A question resonated in my mind and continued.
Why did you cry?
Some thoughts rushed afterwards.
Did you cry for your existence? Could it be that you regret your birth? Were you afraid? Did you want to commit suicide? Did you pretend not to feel your tears? Were you tired?
But then I assumed you were going to be just fine.
And I know I was wrong.
My prediction was wrong. You wasted your time like that, not only for an hour, but for many days. You turned it into your useless habit.
I'm not sure, but I can make my version of suggestion based on your act.
You look as if you want to touch the sky, and bath in it. You want to have a piece of it in your heart as if it can keep you safe.
But why do you still cry?
I'm only the person next door. It is not my duty to try to lift your sorrow.
I not even know you fully.
The best that I can do is narrating you, with my own words.
And I hope the sky that you gazed upon won't leave you till you find the truth.